Mazes of Notoriety

In my mind's eye, there is a pure white egret flying above me.  They appear at times, and break the sludge of the day and moment.  As I push the keys, I try to imbue my laptop with the perfection of nature, and birds like the egret.  Where I find myself, is exactly where I should be.  Maybe the hum of Arabic fills the air and a new cipher is being trained.  This man has an international perfection to his practice.  We leave in the air the mystical that comes to be.  Write a letter to me, sweet being living in deceit, and I will never see it.  Times are sereptitious and vicious.  Take circuitous routes to your work places and any place that is part of the game.  Expand the mind game.  Know that I walked The Hampton Court hedge maze perfectly, in 15 minutes, at the age of 18.  No royal has ever walked it, at all, past the age of 13, and they were trained from birth.  I just had one day.  There grow far too much clutter in the brain.  Britain was all in a gentle clapping repose.